Ivy barely slept.

Her mind replayed the words from last night like broken glass, each shard cutting into her chest. Mate. All three of them. Damien. Darius. Cassien.

It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t make sense. Mates were supposed to be rare, fated by the moon, and bonded by the wolf’s soul. Yet she had been tied to not one but three brothers. The heirs of Blackthorn.

She didn't know how to feel, staring at the faint silver light of dawn breaking through the curtains. She should have ...